Just something a little naughty with our lovely Oberyn 🐍😈

Oberyn watched as she pushed her father around the gardens in his wheelchair, Doran's latest bout of gout was making it impossible for him to walk, and this time seemed worse than ever.

(Y/n) was always on hand when her father needed her, and even though Trystane was the heir to House Martell, and Doran was proud of him, it was always (Y/n) that had been his favourite, she was the apple of his eye, his golden child.

Called the 'Prize of Dorne' by many an admirer, (Y/n) was a true beauty, with long dark hair, deep green eyes, flawless radiant skin, and a kind and generous nature; but it was her unsurpassed intellect that made her truly stand apart from others. There were many beautiful women in Dorne, but beauty and intelligence together seemed rare, though in (Y/n) they were a perfect pair.

Oberyn had always had an eye for his niece, from a younger age she would ask him about his adventures in the world beyond Sunspear, she would ask him about the poisons he had learnt about, and about him teaching her to fight, none of which Doran had been happy about her learning; but when he had seen the pleading look in (Y/n)'s eyes, Doran could do nothing other than let his younger brother teach her.

From that moment, Oberyn and (Y/n) had spent many hours together, teaching and learning, laughing and joking, and every second he spent in her company had been some of the best in his life; but now that (Y/n) was older she rarely got the time to spend with her beloved uncle, her duties to the people and her father taking precedence over time with Oberyn, and as Doran had begun to mention the word marriage around (Y/n), Oberyn feared that he would lose her forever, Doran most likely betrothing her to a House far beyond Dorne, and that was something Oberyn could not have, (Y/n) was his and only his, the Prize of Dorne would be his at all costs, and he didn't care what his brother or anyone else had to say about it.

"Good afternoon brother, (Y/n), and how is my favourite niece today?" Oberyn asked, as he caught up with the father and daughter in the gardens.

"I am your only niece, and I am well, thank you uncle." (Y/n) chuckled, as she kissed Oberyn on the cheek.

"And that is precisely why you are my favourite niece." Oberyn replied, kissing (Y/n) back.

"I am well also, thank you for asking." Doran interrupted, looking up at Oberyn who tried to smile innocently.

"Glorious day, isn't it?" Oberyn asked, placing his hand softly on (Y/n)'s as she continued to push her father around the elaborate gardens.

"Is there something you want?" Doran hissed harshly, as a sudden rush of pain made him wince.

"Well, I was just wondering......... it has been some time since (Y/n) and I have had one of our lessons, and it would seem a shame to waste all that she has learnt, so I was hoping that this evening (Y/n) would meet me in the library and we could go over everything that she has learnt." Oberyn said nonchalantly, not liking the suspicious look in his brother's eyes.

"Oh, please father, it has been so long since I have been able to spend time with uncle, and I do so miss my lessons." (Y/n) begged, kneeling in front of her father and kissing his hands.

"Very well my prize, but be careful, playing with things that snakes want to show you can often be dangerous." Doran told her, kissing her forehead softly, as he glared at Oberyn.

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Oberyn waited nervously in the library, he wasn't used to being nervous but the thought of being in private with (Y/n) again had set everyone of his nerves on fire, and all he wanted was for (Y/n) to douse the flames.

"Uncle." (Y/n) called out, smiling broadly as her eyes met his. 

"Ah, my favourite niece." Oberyn said, as he stood up from the table and took her hand.

"Again uncle, I am your only niece." (Y/n) told him, as he led her to the table at which he had been sat.

"And again, that is precisely why you are my favourite niece." Oberyn laughed, as he pulled out a chair for (Y/n) to sit on.

After some time, pretending to help (Y/n) study, Oberyn took his eyes from the books, and looked at (Y/n).

"What do you think about your father's talk of marriage?" He asked, as (Y/n) looked at him, a slight look of sadness in her eyes.

"I am not happy about it. I know I will probably be sent away from here, away from Dorne and everything I have ever known, when all I want to do is just stay here with father, with Trystane, but especially with you." (Y/n) said, taking Oberyn's hand in hers.

"You want to stay with me?" Oberyn asked hopefully, as he took both of (Y/n)'s hands and kissed them gently.

"I have always only wanted to stay with you, to be with you; you are the man I care for, not a terrible lord from some other House, I just want you." (Y/n) told him, as she brushed her thumb over Oberyn's cheek.

"Then my prize, it is me you shall have." Oberyn declared as he stood to his feet, pulling (Y/n) up with him.

Oberyn pushed (Y/n) backwards onto the table, his fingers deftly working to tear the lose clothing from her body, a small smile coming to his lips as the material fell to her sides.

"You are more breathtaking than I could ever have imagined." Oberyn cooed, as with one hand he gently massaged her heaving breasts, the other ghosting over her womanhood, a delightful tingle running down his spine as exquisite moans left (Y/n)'s lips.

"You truly are the Prize of Dorne (Y/n), and now that prize is mine." Oberyn growled, as he slowly pushed himself into her, gasping slightly as her body tightly sheathed him.

"Beautiful. Beautiful." Oberyn said softly, as he gradually began to thrust into (Y/n) harder and faster, her body screaming out for his with every thrust, her fingers grabbing at his naked torso, her eyes begging him not to stop.

Oberyn wanted to say a thousand things, he wanted to tell her how exquisite, how perfect she was; but try as he may no words would leave his lips, all he could do was moan as he pulled (Y/n)'s legs around his waist, groaning wantonly as she seem to become even tighter.

He knew Doran would not be happy when he found out what he had done, but he couldn't care, all that concerned him was the beautiful woman writhing in pleasure at his every touch, her hands gripping onto his hips as she pulled him into her, forcing him deeper and deeper with every lunge.

"Cum for me my prize." Oberyn growled through gritted teeth, his body feeling the first glorious signs of his own release.

Suddenly he felt it, the flutter of (Y/n)'s womanhood as she screamed out his name, his hands reaching for the top of the table as he gave the last few strong, powerful thrusts so that his body would achieve its own wonderous high, his whole body shaking as he came inside her.

"Next time, we shall do this in more salubrious surroundings." Oberyn said with a panting chuckle as he rested his head on (Y/n)'s breast, their sweat soaked bodies clinging to one another as they both rode out the last of their high.

"Next time?" (Y/n) asked softly, raising her uncles head so that she could look in his eyes, her hand gently wiping the sweat away from his brow.

"Of course, next time. Do you think that one time with you is enough, that after what I have just experienced, I would not want to experience it again? No, you are mine, and no matter what anyone says, you will continue to be mine." Oberyn told her, kissing her softly on the lips.

"I have an idea." Oberyn said, a slight wicked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he picked (Y/n) up into his arms and carried her out of the library.

Ignoring the stares of people, Oberyn proudly carried (Y/n)'s naked form through the corridors, he knew that within moments his brother would hear word of this; but not even Doran could change the fact that his beloved daughter now belonged to his brother.

Kicking open the door to his chamber, Oberyn placed (Y/n) on the bed, smiling softly as he looked down at her.

"Now no one will disturb us." Oberyn chuckled, going over and locking the door so that the two could be alone.

Walking back to the bed he slowly pushed (Y/n)'s legs apart, settling himself between them as he kissed her passionately, knowing that the Prize of Dorne was his, his favourite niece, his only niece, would always be his.